One blow of the wind
is a mirror that doesn’t reflect,
the other a glass sky
waiting to shatter.

Somewhere between the two,  
I float—  
not falling,  
just remembering  
how light once fractured  
into the warmth of your voice.

I cry, but—
not all day and not every day.

Joy fleets, though
not all day and not every day.

You haunt me—ever so often,
but not all day and not every day.

I fight and love,
not all day and not every day.

Her words sting, but
not all day and not every day.

I care for myself, however
not all day, not every day.

He becomes my shadow, although
not all day, and not every day.

The pain evaporates
not all day, but fading every day.

They dismiss me—that's fine,
I rise without them, every day.

I hold me kinder,
a little more—every day.

Somehow,
the light finds me!
My soul unbroken
my gratitude deepens.

The sun shines,
not all day, but every day.

I am blessed,
all day, and every day.

I once dreamt the mountain could speak—
it called me by every name I've forgotten,
braided moonlight into my throat,
and left dew behind my tongue
as proof I was ever kissed by something ancient.

Now, when I weep,
my tears birth a headwater stream.

It flowed in red
though the dream spun black and white
the green leaves formed my suit,
and the rolling stones my shoes
as if gravity led me—
and the valley summoned me home.

I swore I’d never fall
in love. If I did, I lied
it's just a crush, careless,
I don't go crazy of it at all.  

I swore it would never stick
But my heart now ticks
with thoughts of you, and I've been sick
with you ever since.

A limerence is fleeting, they say.  
But loud as a debt unpaid.

If ten years isn’t long,  
then what’s this fever?  
Why in my ribs
your voice lingers?

YOU—  
closer than my own pulse.  
Without you,  
I forget how to beat.  

If I’ve been sharper since you came,  
if I wake alert, cautious,
if you’ve carved me into something better—  

then fine. Let it lie.  
Let it sneak in,  
let it crush me alive.
I’ll keep pretending
I don’t know its name.

Oh, to be alone, to be complete,
to touch the hush among the stars—
not lost, not found, not obsolete,
just held within that flashing spark.

And so, the feeling carved its name
in breaths, in bones, in sleepless nights—
an untamed hunger, destined to remain,
a calling softly hums and hard to fight.

What storms quietly in that beautiful head?
Something flares through the eyes, too proud to beg.

Something exudes, fierce and elegant,
it glows, it reigns—magnificent.

Confidence that floods, leaves no trace,
then shatters my soul in its silent embrace.

Bear in mind the distance between us
cruel and vast it aches, destroys the trust

Must every hope just crumble into dust?
From the start we were deemed unjust,

ink like injuries, hearts crushed,
our names written deep in plot rust.